How Much I Hate Guys: Part One

       Last weekend was epic for me and I thought it was going to be the beginning of an amazing time in my life. It all started with Thursday night, January 19th, I was going to Amos' Southend with my best friend Khristle to see Falling Through April play. Earlier that week she had met the lead singer and really hit it off with him. He invited her to come see him sing for his band. Of course she called me first thing to ask me if I wanted to come with her.

      After spending hours upon hours getting ready and making sure we looked perfect for the show we finally headed to Amos'. We paid to get in and she introduced me to a lot of her friends. I was so nervous about meeting people and breaking out of my shell, that I ended up standing there looking like a total idiot... In my opinion anyway. My nerves were getting to me so much that I went outside to smoke a cigarette and Khristle and I ended up meeting a guy who was super hot. His name is Jake and just so happened to be Cory's best friend. Cory sings for Falling Through April and was the guy that Khristle had been crushing on super hard. I came to support Khristle though, not to find a guy to 'talk to.'

    As the show went on, Jake continued to come up to me and slowly got me more and more interested. He invited us to an after party and we said yes. So Khristle and I drove over to NoDa where the band practiced at and we chilled with everyone there. Before much longer Jake had pulled me over to him and we began talking. We really clicked and I thought he was different. Time just flew by when I was with him and nothing seemed to matter.

   Six o'clock rolled around and I still hadn't slept. Khristle and I decided to go home and pass out. We slept literally all day then made plans to hang out with Jake and Cory that night. Things went great and I never move that fast but he asked me out and I said yes. There was my first mistake but I chose to ignore it all because he made me feel like someone cared about me. After all, that's what I was looking for. Little did I know that he was nothing like I thought he was.

To Be Continued...

Literacy, Literacy, Literacy

From our discussions in class about literacy I have been left to wonder if I really know what is going on in our world let alone things related to this class. After we read about some background of the No Child Left Behind Act and then continued to discuss it in class the next time we met I just couldn’t help but thinking how we, as American’s, have let this bill be passed into effect so many years ago. It sounds like a good thing when you hear “No Child Left Behind,” but it is idiotic. How do we expect to know how much someone has learned just by giving a student some silly little test that really has no meaning? School is supposed to be about learning something. Literacy is just supposed to be fun, its supposed to be a new way into learning about culture, opinions, etc. Instead it has turned into something that personally I dreaded in school. I feel like all it is anymore is here is what you are supposed to know to pass this test so learn the material, who cares if you are interested? Learning should be fun not something you have to do so you can pass some test that really doesn’t prove you’ve learned anything. I think we shouldn’t be told how to teach students or even what material we have to know in order go on to the next grade level. Learning should be interesting and something you want to do, not something you are forced to do. Basically that stupid test is pointless.

How I Stole My Dog

I love animals. It is one thing that most people will learn about me the moment they first talk to me. I have three cats (Aries, Cora, and Sydney) and one dog (Lucy). Sydney and Lucy belong to me and I take full responsibility of them. I could talk about Sydney for hours but I want to share my story about how I got Lucy.


Lucy when I first got her



I was in my hometown of Aiken, South Carolina visiting with an old babysitter who was basically my family. My childhood friend, Russell, from when I was two years old came over and said behind his mom’s house were some puppies that the neighbor’s dog had. Immediately I ran across the street to his mother’s house and went in the backyard to see those precious puppies. I went up to the fence and saw nine gorgeous lab chow mix puppies. I called for them and they all came running at full force. As they would approach me I would reach through the fence and pet each one while they gave me their best “puppy kisses.” I fell in love with each of them and wished I could bring them all home with me. Sadly, my mom had said we weren’t getting anymore animals until our current dog, Stevie, died. I hated knowing that I couldn’t even bring one home with me but I was down there for two months so I figured I would spend that time finding ways to persuade my mom to let me have at least one of these cute little puppies.

While spending time with each of those young pups I knew I had to choose one that I wanted to be mine and plan my mission to bring her back to North Carolina with me. I loved them all but there was one in particular that I just couldn’t separate from. She was dark brown, in the sun in looked purple, had the sweetest face, and a tail that would curl up. She was perfect and I knew would make her mine! Oh and I knew her name would be Lucy Lou.

After much convincing, my mom finally agreed to let me have her. Only I wasn’t quick enough to get a yes from her. The owners of Lucy’s mommy had already given Lucy away to another person who lived in the neighborhood. After two days of crying and staying in bed I received a knock on my door saying Russell was outside with a surprise for me. I didn’t want to get up but I knew it wasn’t an option. I proceeded to get up and walk out to the carport only to see Russell standing there with a box in his arms. I continued to approach him and the mysterious box. When I peered inside I saw Lucy. I literally felt like my heart burst out of my chest when I saw her. Russell proceeded to tell me that he stole her out of the neighbor’s yard and that we had to hide her until I left to come home the next day, talk about perfect timing. I managed to sneak away the next day without the actual owners finding out I had gotten my Lucy back.

I love my puppy so much. She may be four years old in June but she will always be my puppy. I am so happy that I have her in my life. She is more than just my pet, she is my family.

Lucy and I in 2010

My Daily Life as a Commuter

As some people may know I commute from my house, in Monroe, to UNCC. It is around a hour to hour and a half drive round trip, only if I don't have to take my mom to work before school. Needless to say it sucks! Most mornings I usually have to take my mom to work. I bet you're thinking, "Don't you have your own car?" The answer would be yes. My sister wrecked her car while taking her daughter to daycare and totalled her car. So now my mom, my sister, and I all share two cars. It is hell. Every night we figure out which of us needs a vehicle then coordinate who is taking my mom to work. Which is really not that hard to coordinate because it is always me. So I wake up around five fourty-five every morning and get ready for my day. At six fifteen or six thirty I ride with my mom to her office by the airport and drop her off. After I make sure my mom is situated in her office I embark on my thirty minute drive to UNCC. I usually get on campus about seven fourty-five and sit around until my first class which is at nine thirty on Monday's and Wednesday's. After I finish all of my classes I go eat and go somewhere to study and do some school work. When four thirty hits I drive back to my mom's office and wait until about six to drive home. At seven I finally get home and I'm able to attempt to relax but with three cats, one dog, and a two year old girl it is nearly impossible. So I feed the cats, walk my dog, play with my niece, shower, deal with figuring out our plans for the next day, work on more school work, then I finally get to go to sleep.
Everyday life in my world is crazy and extremely hectic. Sometimes...actually most of the time, I would love nothing more than to run away and be able to be nineteen year old college student. I would not change my life for the world though because I love my family and they help me when I need it so by helping them its the least I can do.